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Chat Area => General Discussion Area => Topic started by: Entwood on 26 October 2009, 20:24:43
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Another forum I visit has been discussing the value of Remembrance Day ... as an ex-serviceman I have a fairly strong opinion on that matter... but another member posted this little piece.. which IMHO is one of the best bits of prose I have read for a long time.
I would therefore like to share it with you.
The average British soldier is 19 years old ... he is a short haired, well built lad who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears and just old enough to buy a round of drinks but old enough to die for his country – and for you. He’s not particularly keen on hard work but he’d rather be grafting in Afghanistan than unemployed in the UK. He recently left comprehensive school where he was probably an average student, played some form of sport, drove a ten year old rust bucket, and knew a girl that either broke up with him when he left, or swore to be waiting when he returns home. He moves easily to rock and roll or hip-hop or to the rattle of a 7.62mm machine gun.
He is about a stone lighter than when he left home because he is working or fighting from dawn to dusk and well beyond. He has trouble spelling, so letter writing is a pain for him, but he can strip a rifle in 25 seconds and reassemble it in the dark. He can recite every detail of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either effectively if he has to. He digs trenches and latrines without the aid of machines and can apply first aid like a professional paramedic. He can march until he is told to stop, or stay dead still until he is told to move.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation but he is not without a rebellious spirit or a sense of personal dignity. He is confidently self-sufficient. He has two sets of uniform with him: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his water bottle full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never forgets to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes and fix his own hurts. If you are thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food is your food. He'll even share his life-saving ammunition with you in the heat of a firefight if you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and regards his weapon as an extension of his own hands. He can save your life or he can take it, because that is his job - it's what a soldier does. He often works twice as long and hard as a civilian, draws half the pay and has nowhere to spend it, and can still find black ironic humour in it all. There's an old saying in the British Army: 'If you can't take a joke, you shouldn't have joined!'
He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and he is unashamed to show it or admit it. He feels every bugle note of the 'Last Post' or 'Sunset' vibrate through his body while standing rigidly to attention. He's not afraid to 'Bollock' anyone who shows disrespect when the Regimental Colours are on display or the National Anthem is played; yet in an odd twist, he would defend anyone's right to be an individual. Just as with generations of young people before him, he is paying the price for our freedom. Clean shaven and baby faced he may be, but be prepared to defend yourself if you treat him like a kid.
He is the latest in a long thin line of British Fighting Men who have kept this country free for hundreds of years. He asks for nothing from us except our respect, friendship and understanding. We may not like what he does, but sometimes he doesn't like it either - he just has it to do. Remember him always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.
Now we even have brave young women putting themselves in harm's way, doing their part in this tradition of going to war when our nation's politicians call on us to do so.
When you read this, please stop for a moment and if you are so inclined, feel free to say a prayer for our troops in the trouble spots of the world.
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agreed........ :y
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Also agree :y
And does show there is a different type of young person out there.
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Thank you for sharing that. All very very true :) :) :) :)
We tend to not remember them every day, because they are not with us, but really we should :-[
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Believe that sums it up nicely
My wife and i have just allowed our 16 year old daughter to go back to the UK living with her Grandmother so she can go through the selection process to join the Army
Thankfully the careers officer has told her that her first choice Infantry cannot be done by females much to her disgust .
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Very good Nige.
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Amen to that Entwood.
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A "must-read".
Thanks for posting that, Entwood. :y
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A good read mate.
That brings back memories, as I left the army the average age in my battalion (ca 3000 men) was 19.
And at home they get treated like kids,
Good luck guys and keep your heads down Where ever you all are. :y
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Very poignant, great post.
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Excellent. :y
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Another forum I visit has been discussing the value of Remembrance Day ... as an ex-serviceman I have a fairly strong opinion on that matter... but another member posted this little piece.. which IMHO is one of the best bits of prose I have read for a long time.
I would therefore like to share it with you.
The average British soldier is 19 years old ... he is a short haired, well built lad who, under normal circumstances is considered by society as half man, half boy. Not yet dry behind the ears and just old enough to buy a round of drinks but old enough to die for his country – and for you. He’s not particularly keen on hard work but he’d rather be grafting in Afghanistan than unemployed in the UK. He recently left comprehensive school where he was probably an average student, played some form of sport, drove a ten year old rust bucket, and knew a girl that either broke up with him when he left, or swore to be waiting when he returns home. He moves easily to rock and roll or hip-hop or to the rattle of a 7.62mm machine gun.
He is about a stone lighter than when he left home because he is working or fighting from dawn to dusk and well beyond. He has trouble spelling, so letter writing is a pain for him, but he can strip a rifle in 25 seconds and reassemble it in the dark. He can recite every detail of a machine gun or grenade launcher and use either effectively if he has to. He digs trenches and latrines without the aid of machines and can apply first aid like a professional paramedic. He can march until he is told to stop, or stay dead still until he is told to move.
He obeys orders instantly and without hesitation but he is not without a rebellious spirit or a sense of personal dignity. He is confidently self-sufficient. He has two sets of uniform with him: he washes one and wears the other. He keeps his water bottle full and his feet dry. He sometimes forgets to brush his teeth, but never forgets to clean his rifle. He can cook his own meals, mend his own clothes and fix his own hurts. If you are thirsty, he'll share his water with you; if you are hungry, his food is your food. He'll even share his life-saving ammunition with you in the heat of a firefight if you run low.
He has learned to use his hands like weapons and regards his weapon as an extension of his own hands. He can save your life or he can take it, because that is his job - it's what a soldier does. He often works twice as long and hard as a civilian, draws half the pay and has nowhere to spend it, and can still find black ironic humour in it all. There's an old saying in the British Army: 'If you can't take a joke, you shouldn't have joined!'
He has seen more suffering and death than he should have in his short lifetime. He has wept in public and in private, for friends who have fallen in combat and he is unashamed to show it or admit it. He feels every bugle note of the 'Last Post' or 'Sunset' vibrate through his body while standing rigidly to attention. He's not afraid to 'Bollock' anyone who shows disrespect when the Regimental Colours are on display or the National Anthem is played; yet in an odd twist, he would defend anyone's right to be an individual. Just as with generations of young people before him, he is paying the price for our freedom. Clean shaven and baby faced he may be, but be prepared to defend yourself if you treat him like a kid.
He is the latest in a long thin line of British Fighting Men who have kept this country free for hundreds of years. He asks for nothing from us except our respect, friendship and understanding. We may not like what he does, but sometimes he doesn't like it either - he just has it to do. Remember him always, for he has earned our respect and admiration with his blood.
Now we even have brave young women putting themselves in harm's way, doing their part in this tradition of going to war when our nation's politicians call on us to do so.
When you read this, please stop for a moment and if you are so inclined, feel free to say a prayer for our troops in the trouble spots of the world.
Yesterday, today and always.
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Whilst it breaks my heart to see the regular scenes on TV of the flag draped coffins coming home, it also makes me proud that "we" honour them by doing them the courtesy of proudly showing it on prime time TV. The Americans don't do that for theirs.
Our oldest son has recently got back from his first tour of Afghanistan. He has only been in for 18 months and been to far more funerals than he should at his age.
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That really did send a shiver down my spine... And bring a tear to both Emma and my eyes. I'm seriously tempted to read it at a dinner/dance I'm hosting next saturday :-/
Totally agreed Nige. Thanks for sharing :y :y
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That really did send a shiver down my spine... And bring a tear to both Emma and my eyes. I'm seriously tempted to read it at a dinner/dance I'm hosting next saturday :-/
Totally agreed Nige. Thanks for sharing :y :y
Good idea That mate, very good idea
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That really did send a shiver down my spine... And bring a tear to both Emma and my eyes. I'm seriously tempted to read it at a dinner/dance I'm hosting next saturday :-/
Totally agreed Nige. Thanks for sharing :y :y
Good idea That mate, very good idea
Splitting the profits with Help for Heros anyway but just seems very appropriate.....
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Nice post.
I've put it on another forum (thanks for the idea)
I shall remember them.............
Matthew
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It is quite moving. Often a role that is overlooked. The government could certainly take note.
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Especially when you consider how little they get paid - about £16k a year on completion of training AND then they have their keep deducted!
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all is true.. and not only for UK.. also for here.. :y
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I hate wars, there must be another way, but I shall always respect and honour our brave armed forces, and wear my poppy with pride.
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I totally agree with every single word in that thread and it should be sent to the govt to show what the ordinary people think of how they have treated and handled our military that said govt should then hang their heads in shame and step aside for thr right people to run this country be they labour or liberal or conservative its time we did away with the party policies and did whats right for this country!!!
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Please take 2 minutes tomorrow to remember all those who have given their lives.
WE WILL REMEMBER THEM
November 11th - 11:00 AM
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Please take 2 minutes tomorrow to remember all those who have given their lives.
WE WILL REMEMBER THEM
November 11th - 11:00 AM
Well said! :y :y :y
As an aside... I did read this, although very slightly adapted, at my dinner dance on Saturday and it had the desired effect. After all the speeches were done I had another £60 or so thrust into my hands for H4H :y :y :y
In total we raised nearly £200 between the 2 events... Not bad as there were only 40 or so of us :y :y
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Please take 2 minutes tomorrow to remember all those who have given their lives.
WE WILL REMEMBER THEM
November 11th - 11:00 AM
Well said! :y :y :y
As an aside... I did read this, although very slightly adapted, at my dinner dance on Saturday and it had the desired effect. After all the speeches were done I had another £60 or so thrust into my hands for H4H :y :y :y
In total we raised nearly £200 between the 2 events... Not bad as there were only 40 or so of us :y :y
Nice one .. :y :y :y :y :y
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Splendid news LD 8-) :y :y
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Should add... I read through it about 20-30 times before hand but I still couldn't get through it without choking up